Sometimes I catch myself wondering about you
Sometimes I think about you when I see your name
Sometimes I hope we'll patch up and become friends again
Sometimes I wished you didn't move on so quickly after me
Sometimes I wished you were more stubborn at that time and forced me to stay
So many "sometimes" but what I always come to is...
That you're not here,
Anymore
YOU ARE READING
Strangers with Memories
Poetry"at times when we're weak, we all just need someone to speak our hearts" A collection of my thoughts and feelings throughout a few months in a book. [updating slowly but hopefully regularly]
